What shall we do then with Mr Pedantic?
We’ll hide all his books and he’ll soon become frantic.
As his life is conducted from words in his book,
Ask him a question, then wait whilst he looks.
So, what shall we do then with Mr Pedantic?
Without help from his book he can’t get romantic.
He turns to his book before sending roses
And reads what to say before he proposes.
A puffed-up and proud man is Mr Pedantic!
A know-all, a show-off with head that’s gigantic!
He seems intellectual whilst others are thick.
Whilst my mind is slow, his own appears quick.
We know what we’ll do then with Mr Pedantic.
Let’s send him canoeing across the Atlantic.
He’ll not find his books way out there in the sea
And whilst he’s canoeing, he can’t annoy me!
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